You always go to the partiesnTo pluck the feathers off all the birdsnOn your kneesnI will not beg you pleasennI want your picture but not your wordsnYou know they want it, but there's no firstnOn your ownnYou cannot call it your allnnWe always wrung our heads too muchnWe know the reasons but such and suchnOn your ownnYou will not catch your own goldnnWe run our fingers togethernYou know it's easy the devil's plannOn your ownnYou cannot call me your allnnJack of all tradesnMaster of nonenCry all the timenCause I'm not having funnnYou always want to be forgivennThe devil does what you ask from himnOn your kneesnYou cannot, you will not obey